They were stopped at a pasta stand as Feli was speaking rapid Italian to the woman who owned the cart. The whole thing was beautiful. It was flooding Ludwig with memories from his youth. When he was very small, and living in Germany with his father, he was taken to Italy, he never said this to anyone, knowing his family's' acute national pride, but he wouldn't have mind living there for the rest of his life. He loved Germany as much as his family had always taught him, but there was something about Italy, the history, the language, the people that pulled him in and made him never want to leave, especially Venice. It was something similar to they way he was drawn to Feliciano; whatever it was, it was beautiful and enchanting. Of course it was easier to love a country, countries weren't living beings with enthralling golden eyes and soft brown hair and a smile that could stop Ludwig dead where he stood. They spent the rest of the day wandering around buying food, then slowly making their way to the shops in the city. As the day went on Feli became less and less shy, becoming quite talkative actually, Ludwig was amazed at how much the smaller one could say, and ever more amazed that despite the fact that it was slightly annoying, he would take it, if it meant spending time with the cheerful friend. And the more comfortable Feli got, the more uncomfortable Ludwig got. Don't misunderstand, he was very happy to be spending time with Feliciano, but the Italian was becoming touchy. He would start hugging the other and holding onto his arm. And Ludwig…well it might have been too much for the stern one. But as they walked home under the setting sun, with Feliciano's attached to his arm, he couldn't help the feeling that he wouldn't mind doing this for the rest of his life. As they stopped in front of the gates, he felt Feli reluctantly let go of his arm. Nothing about this situation made sense, Feliciano Vargas, was worth so much more than what Ludwig could give him. He wished he could give him the world, but Ludwig could hardly afford his own electricity.
"Well I have to go" Feliciano was before him, pulling him from his thoughts. He was biting his lip nervously, and it might have been the cutest thing Ludwig had ever laid eyes on, and slowly turning to enter the gates, which were now open. He paused briefly, before turning around quickly gripping the keys to his house tightly in his hand.
"Meet me tomorrow" He said quickly, the blonde knit his eyes together full of questions. "At the market at noon, near the pasta" And just like that he was spinning on his heel and running to the house.
There was a soft knock at the door, as Lovino closed out of his Facebook browser.
"Come in" He called; slowly his brother entered the room sitting on his bed a basket in his hands. "Where have you been all day?"
"Out at the market" He laughed as he watched his brother eye the basket suspicious yet hopeful. "I got some Pasta for Angelo…also some fresh herbs and spices and-"
"Stop being a little shit" Lovino gripped the chair in slight anticipation. Feliciano laughed and held up the basket.
"There maybe a few tomatoes in there for you as well" He wasn't even finished with the sentence before the other was out of the chair and taking the basket. He looked inside and smirked as he noticed most of the baskets contents was tomatoes.
"You're good little brother" He laughed, reaching in for one. "I taught you well"
"Loviii~" They both heard from outside Lovino's balcony, the Italian scowled as he gripped the basket tighter.
"Lovi, whose that" Feli questioned getting up and running to the balcony.
"Feliciano wait?" But it was too late, he was already out there, with Lovino right on his heels.
"Lovi there you are, come down and see me," The boy below said then looking over and noticing the other. "Hola Feli"
"Not on your life bastard!" Lovino yelled down tomato gripped in his head prepared to throw. "And don't call me that!"
"Ciao Antonio" Feli called back cheerfully, then turned to his brother. "Why is he down there?" Feli's eyes sparked with confusion taking the basket from his brother before he destroyed their lawn.
"We too be married" They both heard. Lovino slapped his hand to his head as Feliciano, started laughing uncontrollably.
"You're getting married to Antonio?" He said in between giggles.
"And what the hell are you laughing at?" Lovino crossed his arms, giving his brother a pointed look before Feli stumbled out of the room still laughing.
"Have fun you two" He called making his way down to the kitchen to give Angelo, their trusted cook, what he bought.